The movement
That powers all our progress
Is not asking questions
Of whose side we’re on
We are on
The side of choosing all sides
Playing games that are infinite
In a world without end
One, two, three
We’re free to see that
We are not alone
My body is
Made of all new atoms
Than what I was yesterday
But, still I have memories
Except for my own birth
I had no choice that I’m on earth
I had no choice in matter
My existence must have been desired.
Chorus
One
One
One, two
One, two
One, two, three
One, two, three
Chorus
Words and music by Brody Bond. © Brody Bond. All rights reserved.